When you walk through that door way, did you just decide to be someone else. (I'll be there holding your hand, call it what you want I'll understand. I'm coming home)
I keep trying but It's not my best. You say your trying but It's not your best.
My thoughts tend to leak when I'm asleep, and I'm not listening.
Is it your fear that keeps you breathing? This friendship (is over) is misleading. I'm tired ( and sick of) anxious hopeless melodies.